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Shhh child
*this world,
Its all a dream
oh ****.
i think I've done it.
I made the world come crashing down beneath my ankles.
You, my dear fellow are my vessel of hope,
Lets take this step by step.
I speak
you yell
you hit
you bite
you might
**** me,
please do.
i beggeth of you.
take e home *****!
But wait, i plead the fifth.
no no no
i dont want to die,
i dont know whats real
whats a lie.
but art though,
**** me now!
You cannot take me down
The incredible thing is
i have stopped you already
I know you.
Everything.
Who you are
What you hate.
And that will lead to your downfall.
I PROMISE
My life is like call of duty zombies:
Im down
Someone revive me
worry fills my heart,
my soul,
my mind.
She was hit again,
god, what is wrong with her father?
How could someone hit,
such a good person.
How could someone abuse
the human not matched.
She holds the blade.
please, i love you, please
She stares at the screen.
I am scared for you.
Put the blade down, ***.
For me
Just keep holding. on.
That blade has no right to touch you.
I am worried for you,
do not do this
*please
please don't self harm <3
just because I won't
doesn't mean I can't
hello
its been a while, huh?
Im at home.
Whiling away my day.
Reading her words.
They sting.
They bleed through the paper.
Her last words.
Her last will.
was me.
And yet, she's gone, and i'm here.
****.
Who am i?
i think i should go.
You don't deserve to see me
I am done being used
like and repost if you agree
Dont think things have to die.
Nothing has to die
See
I didnt want the relationship to die.
But it did.
And it didnt have to.
But you wanted to control my life
Every minute of it.
You needed to see who i talked to
Who i didnt
And you had to make sure you were it
Even though ive told you a thousand times that i am a loyal man that is yours forever.
Yet it wasnt enough.
Because you still tried
To hold my life
Like it was a ball
And eventually
You dropped it.
I admit
It was my fault i wasnt brave enough to end it earlier
So it ate at me
I became angry.
I was grumpy.
That ****** you off
So i ended us
The relationship died.
But if only you had honored my wish
Like i did yours
We could still be
Us
Is it okay to feel afraid?
Because i
*am ******* terrified
I just had the silliest wish.
I want to drop everything right now,
and play video games
that sounds so great right now.
Just me,
a can of soda,
the tv,
controller,
and a couple games.
I wanna play all night,
until the flash from my tv seems like lightning.
Create crime,
stop crime,
**** zombies,
and play football
on my x box.
Sounds pretty good.
Pull an "all nighter"
I love video games,
so
without further ado,
*its time to play
something a little happier. =)
"Why do we fall?
So we can learn to pick ourselves up."

Ive fallen more times than there are stars. I have more scars than there are sand particles on the beach.

Brought up in a world
Only knowing punishment and attitude ajustment.

I was killed by a look.
Well, that and the sharp pain in my ribs.
Forced into insanity
Only hope being prosperity.
I thought of suicide more times than a pencil breaks in a school year.

Where is justice?
Where is hope anymore.
Because depression moved into my life with a title wave
Crashing into my soul with an intensity
That overtook my prosperity.
Torture.
Yes
A word
All too true for me.
Two by four with nails sticking out below my knees
They punctured just below my kneecap.
Still got the scar.
All i was able to do was whimper.
Ooh how fun that was BELIEVE ME
I did survive.
Only a sophomore now.
With gunpowder scent for a hint
Of whats next from my dad and his game.
I can expect
Nothing but death
To float me away.
Only to float
Float
Float
A faint "hello?"
I turned
"Yeah?"
"Im scared" even fainter
"Why?"
I stuttered
"This world is too dark"
"But you...youre in a closet"
His only words were,
"Exactly"
_____
This world we live in
The voices we often hear
Are nothing but occurances.
Nothing but odd happenings.
This world
Is out of controll
And we,
Have nobody to blame
but ourselves
Our rebellious nature.
We all have a clone in the closet
Scared of everything.
My clone
My other me
Resides there
Watching everything from the dark.
The world's evil is waiting
Like a shark
Hanging around to see the pain.
The world
Is over
...
It has been
Yet we continue to abide.
Corrupt
To the core.
A place where everyone thinks
Everybody's a *****.
We are outraged by the littlest things.
And
Im beggining to fall faint
Ive grown tired of this life.
Its used.
Generic.
I wish we could be something else entirely
Sounds great.
Because im just old me.
Abandoned, if you will.
Im just a poet
That just keeps noticing
Noticing
Noticing.
This...
Voice in the closet
is wiser than any one of us
Next time you hear them,
**take a listen
Everybody is waiting.
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the sun
waiting for family.
I am waiting, too
waiting to get away,
to finally live happy,
have no fear,
and to be who I was always meant to be.
I am waiting to be loved,
loved like no one ever has.
I am waiting for an opportunity.
An opportunity to break free,
and tell him how I really feel
I am waiting for the wind,
the wind to take me away,
and to take me somewhere free
I am waiting,
what are you waiting for?
This
is your final warning
If you EVER touch me again,
I will rip your life from your body,
cut it up,
and make you feel the fire from hell.
Warning,
If you ever talk to me like that again,
I will get up,
and face you
eye to eye,
and then
you will wish
you hadn't.
Warning,
If you make another racist comment,
I will rise up against you,
and show you the pain these people feel,
as if you weren't the only one who is racist in the world.
Warning,
If you treat my mother,
my flesh and blood like that,
I will make it a goal to destroy everything you are,
and make your life
what you have made it for us
And, if you can recall,
our lives have been hell,
While you gorge yourself in food.
Warning,
this is your final warning
!!!
for him
Prepare yourself,
this gets interesting












Have you ever imagined how a hanging body sways.
Back and forth
A human pendulum
The physics between each swing.
The noose,
The body
potential to kinetic energy
Over
And over
And over.
welcome
To the dark side of my brain,
The dark side of my art we call poetry.
This is the side not many see.
Because this side of me craves a bullet between my eyes,
My delicate blood to be splattered as artwork.
This is the raw side of me.
That i dont show people
This is terrible you could be thinking
Or...
You could be thinking
ive heard worse
And maybe so
But nothing is worse to me than wishing for ******* death,
Rather than looking at a ******* abuser one last ****** time!
ive had enough
And
I know im crazy.
But every human snaps...
Kind of like the time he snapped my arm
a slight pop
And
Ouch
A world of pain.
But stop,
And you could be thinking...
now what the actual **** am i reading
Allow me.
You are reading a lonely 15 year old boy's crazy side.
A side he can easily hide,
But has decided not too.
This is the thought of letting my inner self free just once
Letting my suicide revolver speak only in poetry just once
No,
If you actually care
Dont worry about me.
Im fine.
Im not gonna guzzle bleach
Pop a bullet
Or go for a physics lesson.
Nope im gonna keep living
And writing crazy **** like this.
Let my imagination, though dark it may be, run for a bit.
Heres the truth.
We all have a bit of this side in us.
We all have those thoughts.
Those whispers.
And i resist them, yes.
Because truth is,
its my inner brilliance
The fact that i let myself ease in to the darkness,
But refuse to let it controll me...
Its a true gift.
And i hide it
Behind a thin veil of happieness.
Because in the end,
Only a true lover can make these thoughts mend.
(Wait what the ****!?! Is this a **** love poem)
Ha!
Nope.
Well maybe a bit
Its just me
An average guy
Telling you,
Im lonely
Depressed
Insecure.
And i hope there is someone
To come with me
To be with me
To love me
To hold me
To make me feel whole again.
*do you believe someone could love such a wreched person like me?
Long but nessassary
There is a time and a day
For everyone to shine.
Whens mine?
When will someone take a look at
Who i am.
See
I wish this world was different.
Less talk and more look.
Because people like me take the end of the stick.
Starving ourselves to match your definition of perfection.
Molding ourselves from what we see
And not by what we feel.
The world really is a ****** up place.
Everythings a race.
Who will blow up next.
See,
I dont want to shine too bright
But someday
I want to prove that
everyone is great.
There is something to love about every single person who exists.
everyone
Society is so focused on negativity.
On drama.
But what hasnt been ventured is
Focusing on kindness.
Negativity is ugly
So hurtful.
Especially when it seems like everyone has something to say.
So what do you say?
Nothing negative i hope
Because as you are reading this,
I am speaking to you
Maybe you are thinking
Whatever
You dont know anything.
But i know some things.
And i know that everyone has something to love about themselves.
Find yours.
What is it?
Its time to start thinking
About a little
(rather big thing)
Called *happieness
Witch's curse,
wolf's circle.
it means everything to me
You can tell alot about a man by the way he treats his dog
*and my dad just beat ours for doing puppy things
The first time i saw you
I witnessed the clouds part.
You were simply walking
I thought to myself, holy ****
Because
I'd never seen
Someone as cute as you in my life
cliche right
No.
Because see you looked at me too.
And i must ask
what were you thinking?
If...
Anything at all.
I found myself thinking of you all day
Nothing lustful,
No
Just innocent thoughts.
I thought about how clear your eyes are
And how much i would like to talk to you.
Im a loverboy.
God i know.
And i fall easy.
But trust me,
I want you
You are different.
Just like me.
And i value that.
I value you
I know these words are words.
But i am trying to be brave.
See
i dont like to be brave
But you are worth humility
Worth slander
Worth anything.
You took my heart that day.
And if its okay with you,
Id like to implement a no returns policy
Im a simple guy
But my feelings for you are joyfully complicated.
I looked in the mirror that day.
i took a **** good look at myself
And i came to the conclusion that i couldnt win a girls heart like yours.
But i know.
i know
That you dont love for the appearence.
Every time we meet
You greet me with a warm smile,
tight hug
And i hope
You see something in me that you like
Right?
God i hope so.
I can never find the words to tell you
But
Here it is.
I like you.
(As i fall over in ******* relief)
According to the society I live in,
I am the man in the relationship,
because I have the *****.
According to society,
that means I have to be the ultimate handy man,
Ultimate know how,
ultimate lover
ultimate brained guy.
I feel like I am subjected by what other men expect of me.
I feel like I'm not enough,
The other men make me feel bad,
just because I'm the only guy they know,
who isn't in a relationship for *****.
Because in fact,
I value love.
According to the society I live in,
I am supposed to use my big **** in situations
to please the woman,
and move on to the next.
But, that's not me.
My **** size should not matter,
nor should my ability to please women,
because that isn't what matters.
What matters is how i can respect her,
and make her happy
(not only by ***).
Men need to wake the hell up,
stop being in it to ****,
and try a REAL relationship for once.
My biceps should not define my worth,
but by my heart, integrity, and morals.
Men think they have to be "dominant"
but what they really need to be is dominated.
My face should not be the world of my life.
I don't want to be ignorant and cocky,
but loving and compassionate.
Men shouldn't be bragging about how many girls they've ******,
but complementing the girl they love for REAL reasons.
My fellow men disgust me.
They have fallen so far behind.
I am a man,
but I will not fall victim to other men's expectations.
Dedicated to ****** who think they are everything because they are a "man"
Copyright Bleeding Diamonds, 2016
sometimes the only thing to say, is
its a beautiful day today
=)
sometimes, we only focus on the bad things in life, and we end up neglecting the joy in our soul.
you tell me you are just like everyone else.
and yeah, maybe you are
You tell me that you aren't the only one to yell.
also true
But what you fail to realize:
1. Most people do not torture their children
you have
2. Most people do not demote existence
you have
3. Most people think that injustice is real
you dont
4. Most people care about their family, and their emotions
you never have
5. Most people care about equality
you do not
6. Most people appreciate what they have
you think people owe you everything
7. Most people know what abuse is
you think everything is justified
8. Most people support their family
you have only brought us down
Look,
I know you can't be perfect.
But you have gone so far down.
You have shown me
how to be better than you.
You swear that when I have children,
I will be "just like you"
However,
my patience is more,
my love is more,
my passion is more.
You have taught me how to be nothing like you.
your own daughter,
says I am better than you.
Well,
maybe so
What you fail to realize:
**I am nothing like you
to him.
Your eyes as oceans,
your body undiscovered lands,
baby I want to hold you
your body between my hands
I love the voices
the cheer
the madness
the love
the rage
the rush
There is nothing quite like being cheered for.
Like when me and my band play their favorite song.
THE CROUD GOES CRAZY
And I soak it up.
The ultimate cure to depression?
Join a band
perform
and Scream
#Metalcore
To my band: Bleeding Diamonds
https://soundcloud.com/user-123704847
When i go
Do not cry for me.
i know you dont care
Dont remind me of "happy memories"
between them are memories full of abuse
Do not pray for me
believe me, i will be much better when im away
Do not offer to help
i wont need you anymore
Dont shake my hand
you've crushed it enough
When i turn 18
let me go, and dont talk to me
Because
You brought this upon yourselves.
You wont see your grandchildren
You wont know my job
You wont attend my parties
You wont hear from me at all.
You pushed everything away from me
So when i turn 18, its time that i let go of you and start a new, better life
Forgive me for being harsh, but it is deserved
i once was a happy boy.
I could just see myself back then:
happy little Zach playing with his legos,
believing in god,
watching Nascar,
and living without a father.
Well to be honest,
things didn't stay that way.
My mother met an abusive man,
which of course,
was unknown at the time.
This lead to me having to grow up,
beyond measures of normality.
I wish i could be that little Zach again.
I wish i could capture every moment.
But i grew up
into something i should have never become:
a hateful boy who wants his father gone.
But i find strength
inside the littlest things.
As i watch
for the time to come
to never
come
back
I love my dog
*what about you?
I feel so bitter



I still haven't found my home.
Wind swirls tonight.
The howl is almost unbearable,
and the sun seems to have disappeared for the day.
I watch as the snow
gently falls from the sky,
with such such elegance.
Kindness flutters through my bones,
as I shiver and quiver throughout the night.
A cold night indeed.
Outside is a whirlwind,
just as my soul.
I pray my simple prayer
and shut my eyes.
I dream.
Of the weather.
Of time.
Snow fills my eyelids.
I'm drowning.
Pushing up while the graceful weather
only continues to cover me.
It cracks my skin,
leaving only room for the snowflakes.
Death so cold.
Only so warm.
It burns my soul
yet so cold.
The winter weather pulls at my heart,
just as the Aztecs once did.
I raise it to the sun,
begging for the sun just to reckon
melting it away.
I'm frozen.
I've died.
Inside.
I know it is currently spring, but my soul feels so cold right now,
just as it does when it snows.
Once you find yourself,
you can free yourself
Locked away in bars
Being stuck in a cage only incises my rage
Can’t find ground
No one to be found
Raising hell all around
Welcome to my world, *****.
For years I’ve been running away
From the hateful things they try to say.
Held a knife to my throat
I really don’t mean to gloat
But the world is burning
The tide is turning
One giant mess after another and we only sit and watch.
Beg for help but strings bind my lips
I am forced to face the fury of the whips.
You were supposed to live
But instead we fall into body bags
Only given the right to a toe tag.
Im tired of waiting
Im tired of failing.
I’ve fallen too many times before
Each time experiencing a little more gore.
One count
No surprises
Going in for the ****
Acquainted with skill
Take the pill
Try to survive
Do anything you can to free yourself.  
Ghosts staring back
You are stuck
No luck

So why do you give a ****
Pain is surrounding
Only thing I can see
Bitterness miles away
I don’t care what I say
I can’t say a word
I can’t pray to a lord
When I have no idea what is even out there
Given one gift
Given one time
Given an opportunity
To break my chains
To escape these pains.
Given a time
To raise mother ******* up
Rise above the outlasting hate
And scream
Originating from the heart of pain
And I dare say I’d rather stand in the rain.
My mouth is sewn shut
I can never speak again
Running
Always running
Always dying
Always giving up
And-a one two three
Someone ******* save me
Cut the strings and allow me to
Scream.
Gone gone gone
I am always wrong wrong wrong.
I am putting the words into the fire
This is all I require
To be healed
To shine again
To rise again
Take my love
I shall only hate
Take my hate
I shall only mutate
Further into a spiral of darkness
When my shadow leaves at the break of dark.
Creating murals to depict my morals
I am alone
I am dead
Cliché says it best this isn’t my forte.
O father
Why have you deceived me?
What were you waiting for?
Why have you abandoned me?
I gave you everything
You gave me nothing.
And now the legion shall rise

Originating from the heart of pain
And I dare say I’d rather stand in the rain.
My mouth is sewn shut
I can never speak again
Running
Always running
Always dying
Always giving up
And-a one two three
Someone ******* save me
Cut the strings and allow me to
Scream.
Condemned to a cell
Yes, welcome to hell
Shackled to a wall
Grab a cup of coffee
And watch the world fall.
I tried to scream with a mouth sewn shut
But my friends, I ran out of luck
My lips shed blood
I’m drowning in my own flood.
What I once understood so well
Is proving to be no more swell
Than a classic enraged beating
That is so painful to take seating
As the world keeps heating
And we

Just

*watch
words.
powerful ****
In order to win
you have to put in effort
It feels so good to work hard.
To earn the **** i deserve.
It feels so good to get up,
Get some work done,
And come home rightfully tired.
It feels so good
To use my hands to create, to build
It feels good to get frusterated,
And think of different ways to get the job done.
It feels good to do a **** good job
And earn that pride.
It feels good
To use that power drill,
Use a pack of zip ties
And hammer nails in.
It may seem little,
But i am **** thankfull
To have place
*where i am finally wanted
And needed
the sky looks like its been painted.
The grass isn't real anymore.
The birds soar among lies.
And though nobody tries,
the world seems to have stopped spinning
This place.
This world.
This masterpiece
is nothing but a lie.
This is the confession of god.
Simulated lives,
predictable outcomes.
Its all one big
*diversion
Its quiet in the void today,
no soul came,
no soul left.
I felt the absence today.
No one to see,
no one to talk to.
I sit here crouched in my bed,
singing a lullaby.
Its quiet in my head today,
no thought came,
no thought left
                                                            ­                And here I am
                                                              ­             Among the thoughtless
                                                     ­                             Among the hated.
Its quiet today,
which most people beg for.
But not me.
I value the noise.
I value the chatter,
the useless

                                                               ­               Here I am today,
                                                          ­                with my inner silence

Here I am in this world of a thousand lies,
here i lay right in the middle,
watching it tear itself apart.
And tomorrow,
when i open my eyes,
and i see the destruction,
I will not weep.
I will shake my head in disgrace,
condemn the fallen,
and leave the world to eat itself in an agonizing conclusion.
Folks, we're reaching the end.

                                                 The silence is coming.
this world is getting worse and worse,
when will it just....end?
These are the thoughts I have in class.
there is no rule in this one, just my thoughts.
:
I wonder why we HAVE to learn chemistry.
She talks a little funny.
Well...thats okay, I do too.
Im not normal.
Im really not.
its to bad normality isn't taught
(to reader, yes you are reading inside my head...like a mind reader...how cool!)
I'm hungry.
I should eat a snack.
But I cant though!
its not allowed.
stupid rules.
i should be focusing.
chemistry is hard.
(I could make a terribly perverted joke right there, but I wont)
LOL
Am I making you laugh?
No?
**** it.
I've been told I'm funny
Mom said she was cooking BBQ pork...
cant wait for dinner
can you tell im hungry yet?
is this even a poem?
why are you reading this?
is it fun?
dumb?
****?
*******?
inspirational? (IDK how it would be but hey whatever floats your boat)
poems are cool
dont you think so?
but this isn't a poem.
is it?
is this what you call talent?
Or just rambling.
Both maybe.
I hate learning about Moles in Chemistry.
it makes no sense.
(I have such a hard time spelling sense)...-_-
but of course
it might
if i was really paying attention.

Instead of writing **** *** poems
such as this.
give this a like
if you enjoyed a glimpse
inside my ****** up head
*repost this
if this is 'hella you too
she makes me feel so bad
*But it feels so good
Its funny.
You spent so much time wishing me away
And when i did go away
Your tears formed a river.
"I didnt mean it!"
Well i did
I know
I know
you thought it was best
got news for you, *****
*it ******* wasnt
with every breath I take,
I'm dying.
A true statement at best,
I need to remember that I must make it count.
not sure about religion
not sure about the afterlife,
but i AM sure about
this life.
I will no longer hold back.
I won't bite my tongue.
I will break free.
And when things get hard
I'll make 'em easy.
Because this is my life.
So I am going to own this one.
you
you
you want me to write
about happy things,
but i like to write
dark things.
You tell me you favor the happy ones,
but do you not like the dark ones
because they are true?
Because they come so close to reality?
Do you feel what I feel?
Have you dealt with the things I have?
I wish you could tell me.
But people live in silence
and that is just simply
how the world works.
You
You
You are the sun.
So bright and warm.
you make everything okay.
You.
You are so much to me.
I cant explain.
May be cliche,
but may I say,
you are beautiful.
No song can be sung,
no poem can be written
to describe
you.
You can light up my day,
your words worth more than anything.
You, my dear
shatter my heart,
making me fall to my knees.
You make me wanna pray,
you make me wanna sing
you make me wanna cry
you are you
something that cannot be reckoned with.
Forgive me,
but I am in love
cliche, cliche,
but may I say,
Come with me today,
I want to hold you
close to me.
I want you to love me.
not ***
not lust
just...love me.
You.
love me?
Do you love me?
I wanna know
*do you love me?
<3
you whispered to my heart







*with your knife
What do you do,
when everyone stops
giving a ****?
It seems like
they've given up on me.
I've given up on me.
I have tried so hard,
revealing so much in a little amount of time and yet,
no relief
my pain is eternal,
this blood flow will not cease.
I can't lift my head,
my neck is broken.
The world keeps spinning,
turning,
lurking.
I am expected to stay here,
but my tipping point is below the median.
Like a barrel,
I somehow keep rolling,
while the hoes
keep staring.
My life
has lost its voice.
I cannot be expected of, anymore.
Judge me not by my actions
but by the life in my eyes,
or leave me
*to die
Zach is me, so I wrote this for myself

— The End —